A is for “anxious,”
or why you’re awake.
‘cause B is for “boss”
with a decision to make.

C is for “cut-backs.”
Oh, when will they end?
Is D for “Depression,”
where no one can spend?

E is “economy,”
ours seems to be toast.
F is “You’re fired!”
the phrase you fear most.

G is for “Google,”
where you search for a job.
Joining H as in “horde,”
the great job-seeking mob.

I is not you,
but the “infinite” masses,
who flood all the “J-O-B” boards,
’til they’re slow like molasses.

401K was your net,
but it’s taken a hit,
meaning L is for “loss,”
— why you don’t have shit.

M is for “Me!?!?!?!
I’m supposed to be blessed!”
But N is for “No!”
You’re as screwed as the rest.

O is for “out of,”
what your luck seems to be.
And P? That’s “percent”
unemployed: 9.3.

Q is the “question:”
“What do we do now?”
“How do we “Recover”
from a financial KA-POW!

S is the “stimulus,”
which didn’t do squat,
T is the “Treasury,”
and the Main Street they forgot.

U is the “upside.”
But what could it be?
Making friends at unemployment?
Watching too much “TV?”

W‘s for the “worry”
that’s become all-consuming.
And X is “Rx’s”
The anti-depressant biz? Booming.

In the end there’s just Y,
your unspoken plea,
repeated each night,
in the absense of “Zzzz“